Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.

On the ferry from Dover to Calais, I was
sitting at a table on the poop deck. The engines noise hammered in my ears, but
the sun was pleasant and no other accommodation avoided the trouble save going
below deck. While I’m there enjoying the sun, an English family approaches me
and ask if they can sit at the table. I answer that all the seats are free and
they sit down, setting up for breakfast.On the man’s t-shirt I read: Kilimanjaro
Lager – If you can’t climb it, drink it. “Is it good?” I ask. “Great! But you
cannot find it here. It’s really common
in Tanzania.” Okay... I’ll keep it in mind for my next trip to Tanzania. We keep
chatting and the guy tell me about its job which takes him around the world. He
works for a Canadian company which sells service to other companies and he
provides the training to their own managers in the many different branches. He
tell about Ebola, and about one colleague of him from South Africa stuck in
Liberia because the authorities refuse to give him the document needed to
leave. “The government’s doing nothing”, he says. “There’s a lot of corruption.
Are all corrupted.” And here I ended the conversation.

What can you say to such a person? I would
had to ask: “Since are all corrupted, how do you think is your fucking Canadian
company able to work over there?” I would had to, but I wouldn’t have understood.
Or more easily, knowing it, I would have given me one of those shitty smiles
that such people always use in these situations.

It’s concerning, more than amazing, how people
consider corruption a one side problem when it’s a two sides coin instead. How
cannot you think that if you have a corrupted, you have a corruptor as well.
All the more so that the corrupted often has no choice, or is in any case in a
weaker position than the corruptor, who’s so bearing a much more bigger responsibility.
Recently, at the G20 summit, has been said that poorest country head of government’s
corruption costs to those very same
countries more than 8 trillions of pounds. 8 trillions... is like reading a
comic of Uncle Scrooge. How dishonest and mean are those heads of government
towards their own people. But who did it corrupt them? Where are the corruptors
from? There’s no need to tell it. You need to be brazen-faced to make preaches
when you’re from a country which a fiscal heaven and which other fiscal heavens
like Gibraltar, Virgin Islands and Cayman Islands are linked to.